C288 Gas Magic

Olem's face sank. Seeing Zhao Zhentian getting closer, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up and his hands suddenly clasped together.

The moment Olem grabbed onto Zhao Zhentian's arm, the air mass that was surrounding Zhao Zhentian shot towards him at the same time.

Zhao Zhentian's expression changed. The long-hilted saber in his hand rotated rapidly